I like fucking.
I really enjoy fucking.
What I enjoy the most about fucking is being fucked. Being pinned down, either face down ass up or legs spread hands choking my neck; either way I really enjoy being fucked.
I know the way men look at me when they think no one else is looking, or when they message me on websites or apps like Snapchat or Tinder. I make myself available to then because to them our interactions are private and they are finally free to be attracted to someone who makes them feel desired and wanted in ways they like, because they make me feel desired and wanted in ways I like.
It’s an exchange.
To them I’m not the kind of girl you take home to your parents, I’m not the kind of girl you’d introduce to your friends. I’m the type of girl you don’t marry.
I fuck men because I like them fucking me but I only love fucking men who love fucking me and know why I want them to fuck me.
I love fucking.
There is no shame in that.
But there is more to life than just fucking. I’m more open now, more than ever because I won’t change who I am. I may just change how I am.
I now know a little more about who I am.
Life lesson learned this week.